Jeff poo-poo’ed the cherry pitter when I bought it, but he was the one who looked for it today when I wasn’t home and Carter wanted cherries. I’m telling you: it’s just easier with a four-year-old.
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- "Wash your hands and put on your apron." My 10-year-old son, Carter, knows the first steps to baking. After all, he's been cracking eggs since he was 3. I work at home as a freelance editor and writer specializing in home and family. Read about our adventures in the kitchen and in life.